As she strode down the narrow hallway, her head swiveled, and her gaze met his dark brown eyes. He stood in the doorway, listening to the click of her jet-black stilettos against the grey hardwood floors, admiring the way her melanated skin shimmered under the white fluorescent lights with each step she took. Side by side, they traversed the building's marble floors, inhaling the scent of his potent cologne and her delicate jasmine perfume. The peaceful silence of the hallway enveloped them, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of their shoes.
Jriana trailed her boss into his office, she deftly secured the door behind her, a sly grin creeping across her lips. "What's the occasion, Mr. Tate?" She teased, anticipating his answer.
"Ms. Lewis, your performance as my assistant was excellent and I think you deserve a reward baby." Rashad purred seductively, his eyes raking down her body.
With a confident stride, Jirana approached the luxurious mahogany desk and rested her hands upon it, her body leaning forward to grasp his tie. She pulls him in for a passionate kiss, her moans softly escaping amidst the heat of the moment.
Jriana was secretly sleeping with her boss Rashad Tate, a dirty councilman who was dashing to the top to become governor and did whatever it took to get the position of power. She never thought that she would be attracted to someone like Rashad, but his charisma and power had a way of drawing her in.
It was almost midnight which meant it was time to indulge in each other, As they moved towards the plush leather couch at the corner of the room, Jirana couldn't help but feel a hint of guilt. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but the thrill of it all was too much to ignore.
The secret couple fell into each other's arms, Rashad whispered sweet nothings into Jirana's ear, promising her the world and all its riches. And for a moment, she believed him.
But as they lay there, entwined in each other's embrace, Jirana couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off. She knew that Rashad was a man of questionable morals, and the thought of being involved with someone like him made her feel uneasy.
But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside and focused on the pleasure that Rashad was about give her. After all, it was only for one night, right?
Jriana sported a stylish black blazer and paired it with a crisp white collared dress shirt that buttoned up to her collarbone. Her knee-length black skirt flowed elegantly, and pooled around her body and she completed the look with jet-black rounded-toe pump heels. Her raven curls were neatly tied back in a ponytail, with a single bang covering her forehead.
As they broke apart from the kiss, Rashad leaned back in his chair and gestured for Jirana to sit on the edge of the desk. "I have a proposition for you, Jirana," he said, a glint in his eye.
Jirana raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of proposition?" She sat down on the edge of the desk with a smile.
"I want you to be my campaign manager," Rashad said, his voice low and smooth. "With your intelligence, charm, and beauty, I know we can win this election."
Jirana considered his offer, knowing that it would be a risky move. But the idea of being by Rashad's side as he rose to power was tempting. "I'll do it," she finally spoke, a smile spreading across her face. "But we have to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us."
Rashad nodded in agreement, a calculating look in his eyes. "Don't worry, Jirana. I have everything under control."
♡♥︎♡
He lifted his secret lover up by her thighs, her naked back pressed against the wall, with her arms wrapped around his neck. Her legs were wrapped around his slim waist, and Rashad positioned himself in between her legs. His lustful gaze was locked on hers, as he slides his dick in between her folds. "Getting wet already?" He teased softly, gliding his tongue along the curve of her neck. she softly gasped at the friction, "Yesss." her mouth went ajar, His slim hips bucked into her at a slow yet rough pace, her back arching for him as she screams out his name in ecstasy.
His forehead pressed against hers while his lips crashed into hers passionately, "Mhmh!" Jirana groaned, she broke the kiss first while he trailed kisses down to her neck, and collarbone, his mouth latched on her erect nipple with him roughly sucking on her sensitive areola, "Rashad! Oh yes!" she cried out, her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. Her wet walls tightened around him after every merciless stroke, grinding into her, J. "So fucking wet..." Rashad mumbled, sending tingling vibrations through her body.
"Look at me," Rashad spat, gripping Jirana's chin and tilting her head up to meet his gaze. Despite the wet sounds and the force of his movements, she struggled to maintain eye contact. "I-I can't..." she slurred, her hand reaching up to cradle the back of his neck. She pulled him in for a kiss, and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. "You like that, don't you?" he hummed into her skin, resuming his mind-blowing strokes.
Jirana moaned loudly, "Yess!" her body shuddering against his slim body. Her hands gripped onto Rashad's muscular back as he continued to thrust into her relentlessly. The room was filled with the sound of their heavy breathing and the smacking of their skins colliding. Jirana's mind was completely consumed by the intense pleasure coursing through her, unable to think of anything else but Rashad and the way he was making her feel.
Rashad's strokes became more slow and sloppy, causing Jirana to cry out. "I'm gonna...I'm gonna-"She couldn't even finish her sentence as she came undone on his dick. In return Rashad quickly pulled out of her wet core, came on her stomach with her still in his arms emitting a satisfied sigh. They stood there for a few moments, still entangled in each other's embrace.
Jirana was still pinned to the wall, panting and completely spent, feeling both physically and emotionally drained. She knew that he was ready to take on the world, and she knew that Rashad had just changed her life forever. As their eyes locked intensely, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held for the two of them.
